City of Witches Chapter 18

Having received Amelia's permission to freely browse the store, shopping time began.

Amelia is a noble, an extreme minority even among Witches.

Therefore, her sense of money is on a different track from ordinary people.

Amelia's declaration of 'choose what you want' would be honored even if Siwoo brought the most expensive item in this store.

She'd probably write a promissory note without batting an eye.

However, that doesn't mean he can just grab anything recklessly.

Choosing something too cheap is not good, and conversely, choosing something too expensive is also problematic.

In the former case, it would be treating a noble's favor cheaply, tarnishing Amelia's dignity, and in the latter case, he would become someone who seems to have been waiting to take advantage of the rare favor.

Thus, Siwoo fell into contemplation.

"Hmm..."

On the shelf where Siwoo stood, a Calvin Klein underwear set was placed.

A 5-pack.

There was no separate price tag indicating how much it cost.

It was an item he needed.

The basic underwear rationed by the City Hall was only three pairs a year, and the material was quite rough, sometimes chafing his skin painfully.

As Siwoo continued to ponder, someone suddenly poked their head in beside him.

"Not a bad choice, is it?"

It was the proprietress of the Blue Snake Connection Point.

An appearance that seemed to be in her early thirties with seductive eye makeup.

Above all, what caught the eye was how her mid-section, which lifted her tracksuit, was splendidly swollen.

Along with the vapor from her e-cigarette, a slightly wafting decadent charm exuded an atmosphere that would have made many men's hearts flutter.

Since she was almost plastered against him, her chest nearly touched his forearm.

"I-Is that so?"

"It's one of the best-selling products."

"By the way, where did you escort the Witch to?"

If she's the store owner, following the wealthy Witch would be beneficial profit-wise.

Why did she come here?

"She has already finished shopping and is sitting in the reception room. Contrary to appearances, she's a smoker, it seems?"

"She didn't say anything, right?"

"Don't worry."

The store owner gave a sidelong glance and brushed Siwoo's shoulder as if dusting it off.

Seen up close, she had the kind of impression that could have three or four peach-blossom moles.

"More than that, something piqued my curiosity, so can I ask?"

"Yes, within the range I can answer..."

"Are you a male concubine?"

Male concubine.

Literally, it means a male concubine.

In fact, until coming to Gehenna, Siwoo didn't even know a word existed to refer to a male concubine.

Of course, since Witches don't marry, there can't be a husband, and the term 'lover' would be more fitting than 'male concubine,' but generally in Gehenna, a Witch's lover is called a male concubine.

From Siwoo's perspective, who knows the derogatory term 'ching chong chong,' it's a title that sounds unnecessarily more humiliating.

"No, I'm not."

But the humiliation isn't just a day or two, and it didn't seem like she asked with particular malice, so he let it pass without much thought.

"Is that so?"

The proprietress subtly pressed her body closer.

Her chest, which earlier was only lightly touching, now pressed firmly against his forearm as if being squished.

A supreme tactile sensation, more comfortable than any cushion.

Siwoo looked at the proprietress with startled eyes.

"Anyway, you're a slave? What's your name?"

"Um... what if someone sees? Why are you doing this?"

Flustered by the blatant flirtation, he subtly moved his body away.

Maybe if it were the old Siwoo, but having been tormented by Amelia and the Twins, Siwoo had developed a habit of being suspicious of pretty women.

"What? I'm just asking your name. Is it polite to speak first? I'm Larissa, the manager of the Blue Snake Connection Point."

"...I'm Shin Siwoo. A slave belonging to the City Hall."

Brown-blonde hair, light navy blue eyes.

Long, straight limbs and a voluptuous chest that didn't match her slender body.

Hearing her name, it all made sense.

She must have inherited Russian blood.

Siwoo shook Larissa's hand, who offered a handshake without hesitation.

Larissa's slightly bent fingers scratched Siwoo's palm.

It was ticklish, but above all, it was a suggestive gesture.

Siwoo withdrew his hand and clenched and unclenched his fist a few times.

Larissa, who had been staring intently at Siwoo, chuckled softly.

"You really don't know anything, do you? How many years have you been trapped here?"

When he told her about five years, Larissa smiled even more incomprehensibly.

It was, how should I say, the smile of a predator who had found fresh prey.

"Want to shake hands again?"

As they clasped hands like before, she similarly bent her index finger inward and tickled Siwoo's palm as if scratching it.

"This act of scratching the palm while shaking hands like this..."

Larissa pushed Siwoo against the shelf and whispered in his ear.

"Means 'I'm wet because I want to do it with you.'"

Caught off guard by the sudden physical assault and sexual harassment, which had no plausibility whatsoever, Siwoo was flustered.

Larissa bit Siwoo's earlobe once and then distanced herself again.

"W-Why all of a sudden?"

No matter how much he thought, Siwoo couldn't understand.

Even last time when he came to buy cigarettes on Amelia's errand, she gave him a strange look, but she wasn't this aggressively making sexual appeals.

They hadn't even exchanged names back then.

"It's true that you're not in an ordinary relationship with the Witch, right? Those arrogant, hypocritical Witches wouldn't buy gifts for no reason."

Larissa swiftly unzipped her tracksuit.

A white Tank Top enveloping her round breasts.

Her swaying breasts, boasting their majesty, and the sharply visible nipples tempted Siwoo as if urging him to grab them.

"Judging by your clothes, she's not just any ordinary Witch but a high-ranking one, right? I became curious about how a man who caught the eye of such a Witch would taste."

So, to sum it up.

Larissa is originally a temptress who gets intimate with this man and that, and it seems a strange curiosity arose when she thought Siwoo was a man favored by Amelia.

Does a man's value increase if he is loved by a Witch?

Amelia is like that too; women's hearts are something you think you understand but don't.

Siwoo, who had absurdly succeeded in attracting a woman, was bewildered.

"It's okay if it takes a little time. I even served warm black tea and cookies, so how about playing together for about 30 minutes?"

Larissa even slid her hand under Siwoo's top.

The delicate tips of her nails, raised, found his nipples like a ghost and poked them ticklishly.

"The refined Witch is having teatime, and the adults are quietly holding their breath and enjoying a fun game."I'm not sure how to respond.

If I had to think of something, it would be that this woman is a bit strange, perhaps.

To go on about adult pleasures and whatnot after only seeing each other a few times...

At Siwoo's hesitant reaction, Larissa began a more proactive appeal.

"Is the Witch on your mind? Even though my background is humble compared to hers, I think I might be a step ahead when it comes to my breasts."

She grabbed one breast with her hand and gave it a slight shake to show it off.

The soft breasts flowing gently beneath the thin, white shirt.

-Startled

Siwoo's lower body, which had been quiet, reacted.

As Larissa said, her breasts, which seemed to be at least a G-cup, were likely incomparable even to the formidable Amelia.

Larissa, without a word, pulled her camisole up over her breasts.

The abundant breasts, impossible to cover with one hand, were fully exposed.

As a man, how could his gaze not go there?

Siwoo's mouth hung open as he thoroughly examined every inch of her breasts.

Milky white skin and matching soft pink nipples.

It was exactly like the breasts of a Russian blonde seen in adult videos.

Truly, high-definition HD videos don't lie.

"I touched yours, so it's only fair you touch mine."

Larissa was the one showing her breasts, but it was Siwoo whose face turned red.

Her overly confident attitude made him hesitate about how to respond.

However, the magic of the ample breasts swaying before his eyes exceeded imagination.

Without hesitation, Siwoo grabbed Larissa's breasts.

They sank in as softly as his hand pressed, and the elasticity of the breasts pushed back against his fingertips.

A heavy weight settled across his entire palm.

The perky, firm nipples were particularly noticeable.

"You're really awkward at touching. It's fine to use both hands, you know?"

Larissa laughed as if tickled by Siwoo's hands kneading her breasts.

There was absolutely no escaping this temptation.

It was a ferocious sensation.

While Siwoo was half-dazed, kneading her breasts, Larissa's hand naturally slipped into his pants like a snake crossing a wall.

"Ugh!"

"It's bigger than it looks? I thought with your cute face, your cock would be cute too."

Licking her lips, Larissa gripped his cock in a reverse hold and began moving it slowly.

Even within the confined space of his underwear, she was more skilled than any handjob Siwoo had ever received.

"Stand here."

"Wait a moment...!"

Leaning Siwoo against a display case, Larissa quickly pulled down his pants and took his cock into her mouth in one go.

Despite him not having washed properly and having walked for a long time, likely making him a bit sweaty, she started sucking his cock without any hesitation.

-Slurp, slurp

A bewitching sound of saliva.

Siwoo, who had been about to stop Larissa thinking it couldn't go any further, found himself unable to resist once his member was inside her mouth.

As if hit by a paralyzing poison, his strength drained away, and he naturally leaned back against the wall.

"Slurrrrp....Gulp...!"

The technique of sucking his cock with just the right pressure and the soft, hot tongue stimulating his glans in a dazzling way.

It was no joke; he felt like he might cum in just 10 seconds.

But being a man, he couldn't show such a weak side.

Siwoo barely held onto his waist, which kept trying to pull back, and began to fully enjoy Larissa's fellatio.

"Sis, what time is it now?"

"Do you know how many times you've asked that?"

"Yeah, it's the 55th time."

Odil and Odette were waiting for Siwoo at their secret base in Taro Town.

He should have arrived by 3 PM at the latest, but past 5 PM, there was still no sign of him.

Odil and Odette sat side by side on the bed with blank expressions.

In the morning, they had roamed around Taro Town, exploring here and there.

Since returning at 1 PM, they had been waiting for Siwoo for four hours.

"Maybe he's not coming?"

"Assistant Siwoo might be a bit naive, but he's not the type to lie."

"Let's just go out and have fun by ourselves, sis, okay?"

"If you want to go out, go alone. I'll wait."

Odette curled up on the bed with a sullen expression.

Freed from boring Magic lessons, it was a rare day off.

It was extremely dissatisfying that half the day had flown by meaninglessly just waiting for Siwoo.

"But sis, what if our prank gets caught by Master?"

"What do you mean, what if?"

"Assistant Siwoo is a man and a slave. Master would probably be really, really angry, right?"

Odil thought for a moment.

Originally, she wouldn't have cared much whether a slave lived or died.

But Assistant Shin Siwoo was a bit different.

They had many private conversations and had heated discussions about Magic, so you could say she had grown somewhat attached.

Well, this was just Odil's sentiment.

"Then we'll have to help him. If Master hears he's a slave who can skillfully use Magic, she'd be pleased, right? It's amazing that such a thing exists."

"Wouldn't it be better for us to pin everything on Assistant Siwoo so we get less scolded? Ouch!"

Odil gave her younger sister a knuckle rap on the head.

"The reason we are Witches and nobles is because we bear duties corresponding to our rights! Are you going to sell out Assistant Siwoo because you're afraid of Master's scolding?"

Odette, having been hit, held the top of her head with tears welling in her eyes.

Indeed, Odette was a bit immature.

"Sniff... I get it. Why are you getting so angry?"

"It's because you're acting without any sense."

As she said, all actions require responsibility.

If Siwoo arbitrarily broke his promise today...

"He would need to bear the corresponding responsibility."

Siwoo, receiving the dazzling fellatio, suddenly shivered from a chill.

Author's Note (Afterword)

Unlike the previous work, there's a lot of light enjoyment.